If walls had eyes and ears

They offer confinement to many activities,

Many shady businesses are done here,

Many evil is done here,

Also Benedictus is done here,

If only walls had eyes and ears.

Its where the devil directs people to sin,

It’s where Jesus appeared and told the disciples to preach the gospel,

It’s where post-election violence was planned,

It’s where reconciliation was found,

It’s where slavery was planned,

It’s where freedom was found,

It’s where the dead are kept,

It’s where babies are born too.

If walls had eyes and ears,

How much could they have seen and heard?

A mouth would be a blessing to add to it,

In search of truth we would seek it,

Some bitter some relieving,

There would be no need for witnesses,

The wall would tell it all.

Can't Let go

She walks just past me,

She leaves me trembling down to my knee,

I could tell she held my hearts key,

She did flood me with feelings unexplained like a rogue sea.

My eyeball moved with the motion of her hips,

The way I had held them as I kissed her lips,

The perfect curves I had seen every time she strips,

Whenever she stood at the path of the sun rays she’d form an eclipse.

A while ago we had a serious argument,

This was our first and it was quite turbulent,

She even threatened me with some divorce document,

Saying she will leave me permanent.

This wasn’t fair,

Everyone knew we were a perfect pair,

I knew without her it was a nightmare,

The kind of dream that I wouldn’t want to be there.

Her back will not be what I see last,

I run towards her fast,

I kiss her out of her worst,

With every cell of my body I knew this was past.

Ball, Ball & Woody

Stuck inside this pants,

Unable to get air that I want,

Squeezed by the manly thighs,

I choke but mostly I get high,

At least am never alone,

My somehow identical friend empathizes with me,

He is held a distant lower near the knee,

He says his name is Ball,

Guess what I’m Ball too,

Our population is only two,

Our other friends live inside the body,

We are left outside me, Ball and woody,

Woody works in the slippery of places,

He says he likes the tightest of spaces,

We help each other though he doesn’t ever invite us inside,

With his message to come we’ve always replied,

Only for him to snob us thereafter,

With his seizure like laughter,

I & ball think we are just being used,

I think we are sometimes abused,

We are looking for new friends like the liver,

Maybe the heart I hear he is loyal,

To make us feel loved and royal,

For now we wait for our invitation within.